„Roadways” de John Masefield
One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. Un drum duce la Londra, Spre Wales un altul duce; Al meu spre mări cu albe Catarguri face …
One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. Un drum duce la Londra, Spre Wales un altul duce; Al meu spre mări cu albe Catarguri face …
When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, Of its wide white streets and glistening museums, and black monastic walls, Of its red motors and lumbering trains, and self-sufficient people, I will take you …
Over that morn hung heaviness, until, Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beating A melancholy staccato on dead metal; Saw the bare-footed watch come running aft; Felt, far below, the sudden telegraph jangle Its harsh metallic …
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a …
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